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slushi-chan · 23 hours ago

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Posting my Erik and Family headcanons again but without anything nsfw (some headcanons were changed slightly to make it sfw), there’s some mentions of making out and hickeys thats it. I also added some headcanons. I’m going to make more headcanon posts later because it’s fun. I am still working on my Tryst headcanons and Clay headcanons I haven’t forgotten ♡

ERIK CAMPBELL

-Erik has a tattoo (at least) on his ass, and one on his V line

-Tongue piercing Erik is canon you can't change my mind (also originally he did have one, that was back when his name wasn't even Erik)

-Erik got detention in high school several times for stuff like skipping school or smoking

-Erik's graduating class' senior prank is infamous at the school

-Erik is very touchy, in public and private, he is not afraid of PDA even in front of his family (he will make out with you in the living room on a Wednesday afternoon no he does not care anyone could walk in)

-Erik will make you a mixtape, probably more than one actually. He will give you 'songs that remind me of you' mixtapes and just song recs and sometimes it's all metal. He uses both Spotify to make playlists and actual CDs and cassettes

-Huge horror buff, and he loves watching horror movies with you, if you get scared easily and curl up against him and cuddle him and end up in his lap during a movie he's so smug about it.

-If you don't get scared he still enjoys watching horror movies with you and making commentary with you as the movie plays

-He loves old and/or obscure horror movies, good or bad. He's 100% that guy who's like 'you've got to check this movie out' and it's some 80s B horror movie on VHS no one's ever heard of that's so bad it's good.

-When he was a kid he used to watch movies he was not allowed to watch (or shouldn't have been allowed to watch) sometimes by seeing it at a friends house, sometimes he'd wait till his parents were asleep and watch it, sometimes his parents just didn't check when they rented a movie. When he was old enough to be home alone for a bit but still young enough to not be allowed to watch R Rated movies he'd just sneak into his parents room when they were gone and take a DVD or VHS tape and watch it and put it back when he was done

-They caught him doing this once when they came home earlier than expected and he was in the middle of a slasher

-They also caught him watching Evil Dead 2 when he was 9 and his ass got grounded

-He has so many horror movies on VHS and DVD his favorites are in his room but he doesn't have space for all of them so the rest are with the rest of the movies the family owns, he gets mad if someone (usually Bobby or Julia) takes them.

-Also has a ton of CDs

-Loves seeing you in his clothes, whether it's a shirt, hoodie, underwear, and he’ll tell you.

-Got into a fight as a teenager with some creep who was being gross to Julia

-If you're up for it he will tattoo and pierce you, free of charge.

-Loves taking you to concerts

-Throws popcorn at assholes who talk loudly in the theater, sometimes other snacks, he once hit someone in the back of the head with a peanut M&M

-Will hold your hand if you're anxious and let you squeeze as hard as you need

-If you are in the hospital for some reason he will crawl into the hospital bed and hold you, at least the best he can with IV’s and shit hooked up to you

-Will bring you a teddy bear or something too with a get well soon card he bought that he drew like a smiley face in

-Will walk the halls with you (inspired by the fact that last year I had to walk around while recovering from a Cholecystectomy to get the air out of my abdomen and someone always walked with me also it fucking hurt)

-Sweetheart when you’re sick, I mean he’s still Erik but he’s a sweetheart in his own way

-Loves when you play with his hair

-Loves giving you hickeys

-In middle school he drew a dick on someone’s cast

-Wears guyliner sometimes and knows how to apply eyeliner all fancy (Julia taught him but he perfected the technique)

-Bisexual

-Does not have good impulse control

-He will do basically any dare, he once drank some Everclear straight from the bottle on a dare (horrible idea he immediately started coughing)

-Absolute menace :3

-When he was a kid he’d go to the arcade at the mall, this is actually where his love of Mortal Kombat started, he was the kid who would play games he was not supposed to be playing. He’d go to the arcade and play Mortal Kombat at like 7.

-If you play videogames he loves playing with you, and if you’ve never played Mortal Kombat he’s teaching you how to play you don’t have a say in the matter sorry lmao

-Loves when you stop by the shop, if he doesn’t have a client he’ll just vibe with you, or he’ll work on tattoo designs while you’re there. (He’ll even let you sit in his lap as long as that won’t interfere with drawing, this goes for when he’s home too)

-Loves hearing you laugh loves making you laugh

CAMPBELL-REYES FAM

-Bobby collected Pokémon cards as a kid

-Idk why but I feel like Julia played like Tennis in school or some shit

-Brenda and Howard are the type to tell you to call them mom and dad

-Bobby was a clumsy kid probably

-I think Bobby did play sports in high school and Erik, who doesn't like sports, went to every game, Julia went too whenever she could make it

-Julia did pottery in high school

-When all the kids were younger there were

-Reyes-Campbell family vacations every summer and trips throughout the year

-Family barbecue's at the Campbell's are a common occurrence

-Why can I see Julia doing horseback riding at some point

-Bobby and Julia both still have stuffed animals and will buy more if they see one they really like, Erik doesn't anymore but he still has a teddy bear and some other stuffie from when he was a kid both in his closet but he will not admit to it

-Bobby has so many hoodies, he also likes fun socks and mismatched socks

-When they were kids Erik convinced Bobby that Bobby was actually a nickname/short form of Bobert and Bobert was his real name, Bobby believed this for a solid month until he either mentioned it to his parents or they overheard something about it and corrected him

-Erik used to convince Bobby into believing a lot of dumb shit when they were kids, he did the same to Julia before Bobby was born but he had a higher success rate with Bobby because he was more gullible

-One time when Bobby was little Erik was supposed to babysit him but he already had plans so he just took Bobby with him to hang out with his friends, which sounds like a bad idea, but they all immediately accepted Bobby and referred to him as 'little man'

-Stefani played woodwind in high school, can still play (thank you final destination fandom)

-You know in movies and tv where a family has a big pancake breakfast with bacon and eggs and sometimes fruit to go with the pancakes and the table is packed, yeah the Campbells used to do that when the kids were all still kids.

-Brenda makes the best lemon bars you've ever had, whenever there was a school or class thing going on the kids friends always used to beg them to get Brenda to bring lemon bars

-You'd think it would be Bobby or Erik probably but it's actually Julia who would sneak a peek at her Christmas presents early, she never got caught

-The weirdest place Paco has escaped to was a high shelf in the bathroom, to this day no one knows how he got up there

-Other places he's been found include but are not limited to are the pantry, closets, the couch, middle of the hallway, open drawers, the sink

-Julia took a roadtrip with her friends senior year after they graduated across the country and down the coast

-Julia likes hiking

-Howard and Brenda give lots of hugs, like you're straight up part of the family now

-Julia used to have a Furby

-Julia and Bobby used to play DDR at the arcade

-Bobby would play racing games at the arcade, especially the ones where you’d sit on one of those bikes (he still plays them)

-Erik would always rack up so many tickets

-as a kid Bobby would use those slide things that kids use when bowling, specifically the dinosaur ones, he probably used it a bit longer than he needed because he liked the dinosaur

-Bobby has liked turtles since he was a kid, as a toddler he went as a turtle for Halloween

-Erik was ghostface one year and still has the costume, it still fits.

-Julia was a final girl one year

-Bobby went as the same thing three Halloweens in a row

-When Stef was a baby her parents dressed her up in one of those Halloween costumes for babies, she was a pumpkin.

-Charlie reads comic books, he has a nice collection

-Stef and Charlie had a treehouse as kids, it’s still up in the tree

-Erik used to come up below someone at the pool when they were in a pool tube and pull them under, he specifically did this to Julia and Stef, if they were on a raft he’d just pull them off the side or tip them. Probably did this up to when he was like 12-14

-Erik swimming up under and dragging people (in siblings and cousins) under by the ankles just in general

-Erik and Bobby always ran at the pool

-Erik doing a bellyflop wrong and trying not to cry because he’s tough

-Bobby doing cannonballs

-Julia sneaking up behind Erik with a water gun and shooting him in the back of the head as revenge

-Playing chicken

-Water gun fights during summer and at the pool

-Water balloon fights in the summer

-Homemade lemonade

-Favorite Popsicle Flavors, Bobby’s is Cherry (he also really likes Rocket Pops, Julia’s is Strawberry, Erik’s was Blue Raspberry as a kid and he still likes it, as an adult he likes Cherry better and him and Bobby fight over the last Cherry Popsicle, Brenda’s is Lemon, Howard’s is Orange, Stefani’s is Watermelon, Charlie’s is Green Apple, Marty’s is Kiwi, and Darlene’s is Grape

#erik campbell #bobby campbell #julia campbell #stefani reyes #charlie reyes #final destination #final destination bloodlines #I’m having way too much fun doing this #im supposed to be doing ✨important stuff✨but im doing this instead

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jennxxe · 2 months ago

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You didn’t see shit.

pairing — erik campbell x fem! reader

summary — you’re julia’s best friend

warnings — cursing, making out, getting caught by ✨bobby✨, erik bribes him to stfu tho

a/n — i have one more idea for an erik ff after this one and then i will do billy and carter from fd1 <33 yall are free to message me requests for characters tho, js put a summary of what you want the fanfic to look like. all final destination characters are welcome!!

You were halfway through laughing at something Julia said when Erik sauntered into the room like he wasn’t the human equivalent of a traffic violation. That cocky smirk already plastered across his stupidly punchable (and unfortunately hot) face.

“Damn,” he muttered, eyes dragging from your thighs to your lips like he was trying to memorize your measurements by sheer force of will. “Didn’t know Julia had hot friends. You always look like that?��

Julia groaned instantly. “Erik, no.”

He leaned on the kitchen counter like he owned the place, tossing an apple from hand to hand like he was being casual, but everyone knew better. His voice dropped into that low but casual tone he used when he was being deliberately inappropriate. “I’m just saying. If I knew this one was around, I would’ve stayed home more often.”

Julia’s face scrunched like she’d eaten a lemon. “She’s not interested.”

“You sure?” He glanced at you, grin slow and lazy. “Doesn’t look like she’s complaining.”

You fought the smile tugging at your lips. Erik caught it, winking at you. Julia stood between you two now, arms crossed. “Literally go die.”

Erik snorted. “Can’t. I’m the cool sibling. I’ve got plot armor.”

Julia threw a spoon at him. He caught it midair, didn’t blink. Still smirking. That smirk that said: I definitely mean it.

Later that day, Julia had gone upstairs to grab something later that day, promising she’d “be back in two seconds,” which was apparently all the time Erik needed to find his way back in your personal space.

He leaned forward, palms flat on the counter on either side of you, his breath hitting the curve of your neck like something deliberate.

“I’m gonna say something,” he said lowly, his voice rough like it’d just rolled out of bed, “and you’re gonna tell me to fuck off.”

You turned slowly, finding him closer than you expected, close enough to see all the tiny healed scars from the piercings he changed his mind about and took out.

“Didn’t Julia already tell you to leave me alone?” you asked, but your voice betrayed you, just a little more curious than cold.

“She did,” he said. “But I’ve got this thing where I don’t listen to her.”

“Oh, shocking.”

“Look, you’re her best friend. You’re sweet. Smart. Probably way too good for the kind of thoughts I’ve been having since you walked in.”

Your breath caught, barely but enough for him to notice. His grin curved, slow and shameless.

“See?” he said softly. “You felt that too.”

You shook your head, stepping back until your hip hit the counter. He followed, didn’t touch just looked. Held your eyes like he was trying to find the flicker of permission. Like he was testing the line to see if you’d let him cross it.

“And what if I told her?” you asked.

He laughed, one of those careless ones that made your stomach flip in a good way. “You won’t,” he said, certain. “Not unless you want her to know how long you let me stand here.”

You exhaled, smiling a bit. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re still not walking away.”

He leaned in, slow enough to give you time to stop him—which you didn’t—and brushed his lips against your jaw, just a ghost of contact. Barely anything. But it burned.

“You tell me when to stop,” he murmured. “Or you don’t.” Before you could answer, footsteps pounded on the stairs.

Julia.

He pulled back in an instant, grabbing a slice of pizza off the counter like nothing had happened. Smirking to himself like he’d won something. And when Julia walked back in and rolled her eyes at him, he just said, through a mouthful of crust. “We were just talking about you.”

You decided to sleep over for whatever reason that night, too lazy to walk back home and Julia gave you her bed.

…

Jk, she would never, she made you sleep on the couch like she was punishing you for indulging her brother.

The living room was half-dark, lit only by the blue glow of the muted TV and the tiny strip of moonlight bleeding in through the blinds. You were on the couch, curled under a blanket, phone long forgotten at your side. Tank top loose, one strap slipping just slightly. Legs stretched out, bare and warm against the worn leather cushions.

You hear someone coming downstairs and, of course, it has to be Erik. No shirt, all tattoos on display. Hair tousled like he hadn’t even tried to sleep. Those damn silver piercings glinting faintly in the dark.

He stood at the edge of the couch, eyes skating down the length of your legs without shame, his jaw slack with something both lazy and playful.

"You're in my spot," he said finally, voice lower than usual, like the hour required secrecy but his intent didn’t.

You didn’t move. "You weren’t down here."

“Doesn’t mean I wasn’t planning to be.”

He dropped onto the other end of the couch like he owned it and stretched his legs out until his foot casually nudged yours. The contact was small, insignificant. But he didn’t take it back. He just let it linger.

You shifted under the blanket. He watched that too.

“You always stare like that?” she muttered, trying to keep her voice level.

His head tilted, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, muscles lazy, confident. “Only when I wanna see what you’ll do about it.”

There was a beat of silence. Heavy. Tense. Loaded.

Then he moved slowly, like the moment had been waiting on him, until he was closer. Close enough for his knee to bump your thigh. Close enough that she could smell him, faint cologne and the stubborn smoke that always clung to his skin. His fingers ghosted along the blanket near your hip, barely brushing fabric, but intentional.

You should’ve shifted away. Should’ve told him to back off. Should’ve said Julia’s upstairs. But your body betrayed you… okay, it didn’t, he was hot as fuck.

He leaned in, slow enough to be deliberate, lips brushing just shy of your jaw. His breath hit warm and even across your skin, his voice a whisper now.

“You gonna tell me to leave?”

Your fingers curled into the blanket, tighter.

He chuckled under his breath, low and full of mischief. His hand came up, brushing your thigh through the blanket, fingers spread like he needed to feel just how warm you were under there.

“You’re real quiet now,” he said, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “That mean I can stay?”

Your breath caught. And then you nodded. He dipped closer. His mouth brushed the line of your collarbone, lips soft, breath hot, his hand sliding just beneath the blanket now.

The couch groaned softly beneath you as you shifted, and your knee bumped his thigh, bare skin on bare skin. That was all it took for Erik to settle his hand at your waist, pulling gently, testing you.

And he kissed you. Not all at once. He started near your throat, barely-there kisses that felt like secrets, like confessions. Then up along your jaw, near the corner of your mouth, just hovering, giving you time to pull away.

You didn’t.

So he claimed your lips like he meant it.

It wasn’t gentle. It was heat and hesitation, all twisted up. Teeth. Tongue. The press of his body against yours, as if he’d been holding himself back all night and finally got permission to start losing control.

And even in the middle of that kiss, Erik smirked against your mouth. Because he knew he was winning.

He eventually pushed you back, climbing on top of you. You were soft under him, lips flushed, eyes dazed, that little noise you made when his teeth caught your lower lip nearly making him lose the last ounce of restraint he had. Erik wasn’t good at waiting. Not when he wanted something. And right now?

He wanted you under him, under that stupid blanket, moaning his name like it meant something.

Your legs shifted to either side of his hips, his hand sliding under the hem of your tank top, palm hot on your stomach as your breath hitched. You tugged him closer by the waistband of his pants, and he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he laughed through it.

“Fuck, if you keep doin’ that—”

Footsteps.

The stairs creaked.

Erik froze. You froze.

And then—

“…Hey?”

Erik looked up like he’d been shot. "No."

Bobby stood in the hallway in basketball shorts and a hoodie, hair a mess, holding a half-eaten Pop-Tart and blinking like he just walked into a war zone.

Erik was still on top of you. Your tank top was wrinkled halfway up your chest.

Bobby just blinked again.

“...Are you guys wrestling or something?”

You scrambled back, yanking the blanket up to your chin like you were about to enter witness protection. Erik nearly tripped over his own legs as he got up, adjusting his waistband like it owed him money.

Bobby squinted. “Wait. Is that Julia’s—”

“NOPE!” Erik bellowed, launching himself across the room so fast he almost tripped. “Bobby. Bobby, look at me. Right here. Look in my eyes. You didn’t see shit.”

Bobby backed up, Pop-Tart still in hand, eyes wide. “Dude, I literally just came in for water, what the hell—”

“Shut up,” Erik hissed, grabbing his brother by the shoulders. “Listen to me. I will buy you so many protein shakes, you don’t even know.”

“What were you—were you guys hooking up?!” Bobby’s voice cracked halfway into the question.

Erik slapped a hand over his mouth. “She fell. I was catching her. With my mouth. Shut up.”

Bobby made a strangled wheeze. “Jules is gonna kill you—”

“No she’s not,” Erik said quickly. “Because you’re not gonna tell her. Because you love me. Because I gave you your first beer. Because I didn’t tell Mom when you got that illegal tattoo that looks like a bruised banana.”

Bobby was still blinking, still confused, but Erik could see the cogs turning, gears clicking into place.

“Are you gonna bribe me?” Bobby asked, hopeful.

“Yes. I will bribe you so hard, you’re gonna forget you even have a sister.”

There was a long beat of silence.

Then Bobby shrugged.

“Okay. I want the good chicken nuggets. And your Netflix password.”

“Done.”

Bobby beamed. “Love you, bro.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Erik shoved him back toward the stairs. “Don’t come back for water. Dehydrate.”

As soon as Bobby disappeared upstairs, Erik turned back to the couch, hair disheveled, still a little breathless, and fully flushed from the chaos.

You were still under the blanket, staring at him like he was insane.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, flopping down beside you again.

“You bribed your brother with chicken nuggets.”

“I bribed him with silence and loyalty, thank you very much.”

You snorted, and he smirked, his fingers already sliding under the blanket again.

“Now,” he said, voice low and smug, “where were we?”

#final destination 6 #final destination x reader #final destination #final destination bloodlines #final destination franchise #the final destination #erik campbell x reader #erik campbell #bobby campbell #julia campbell

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